Bird is Bored of Flying

Do you wonder why The bird is bored of flying It never asked to be alive To be a bird And never cared for heights And it's seen the earth For what it is, the big ball of inconsequence Still, it sings There's such a place as too far There's such a thing as too much And we all want fire until it burns We all want more until it starts to hurt Do you wonder why The bird is bored of flying Still, it sings Shoot it down And pull the wings out I am waiting Shoot it down With copper bullets I am waiting Because we all want fire until it burns Cause we all want more until it starts to hurt Here comes the ground again My concrete safety net As I leave the sky for the earth I shed Shed my feathers and my small net worth Here comes the ground again I want less I want less I want less Shoot it down Pull the wings out I am waiting Shoot it down With copper bullets I am waiting Because we all want fire until it burns Cause we all want more until it starts to hurt And I've come as far as I can go Close enough to know Bird is bored Bird is bored Bird is bored, bored of flying I've sell all that I care to see Become what I don't want to be Bird is bored Bird is bored Bored of flying Bored of flying Bird is bored Bird is bored Bored of flying